Poems about family breakdown, ancient poems 1. An ancient poem expressing the hatred of family destruction.

1. If you die without knowing, everything will be empty. See Kyushu's sorrow. XII (Land Tourism)

2. The adherents cried in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann, and another year passed. I feel that the hedge door will go out to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night (land tour)

3, Hu did not extinguish, in the first autumn, tears flowed. In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! Confession (Lu You)

When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain. 1 1 4/month (land tour)

Stick it on the Great Wall and make a promise. The sideburns in the mirror have faded. Book wrath (Lu you)

6. Zhumen is singing and dancing, and the horse is fat and the bow is broken. "Guan Shanyue" Land Tour

7. The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery. There are some tears hanging tonight. "Guan Shanyue" Land Tour

8, a thousand years of shame, a heart to the son of heaven. A trip to Jin Cuodao

9. oh! Although the three Chu clans can destroy Qin, are there any China? A trip to Jin Cuodao

10, real name of birth, almost the same for thousands of years. Lu you in the book of wrath

1 1, the heart is uneven, and the solitary sword rings at the bedside. 𗍩𗍰𗍰𗍰𗍰𗍰𗍰𗍰𗍰

12, "Night vision is too white to stand the light, and there is no battlefield for serving the country." (Lu You's "Leading Water")

13. Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Japan, the sacrifice of family members will never be forgotten. -Lu You's "Xiuer"

14, I dare not forget my motherland, but I still want to close my coffin. (Song Luyou's "Disease Book")

15, lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, Tiema Glacier Dream. (Song Luyou, The Storm on November 4th)

2. What are the ancient poems that accuse the people of being displaced and the family is ruined?

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Du Fu's Hope in Spring

Do you know that in the mountainous areas of eastern China, in 200 areas and thousands of villages, nothing grows except weeds?

Don't you see, on the edge of Qinghai, the bones of soldiers killed since ancient times have not been buried.

The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky. Du Fu's "Military Vehicle Shop"

Xing, the people suffer; Death makes people suffer. Zhang's Goat Tongguan Nostalgia

The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.

It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive. Hao Lixing in Cao Cao's Works

After listening to the woman, three men guarded Ye.

One man attached a book, and two men died. Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead! Du Fu's Shi Hao Guan

3. Ancient poems about home

First, "Three Miscellaneous Poems", second

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

You have just come from our hometown, so you must know the way of the world in your hometown. Did Chimonanthus praecox bloom in front of my carved window when you came?

Second, "Passing the Old Village"

Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.

Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.

Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

My old friend prepared a sumptuous meal and invited me to his hospitable farmhouse. Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city. Open the window to the grain field and vegetable garden and raise a glass to talk about crops. The Double Ninth Festival is here. Please come here to see chrysanthemums.

Third, "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

Yuan Dynasty: Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

The sun went down,

Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind. The sunset gradually lost its luster and set from the west. On a cold night, only lonely travelers wander in the distance.

Four, "15 nights full moon send Du Langzhong"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

There are crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus in Coody Leng in the atrium.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight.

The mid-autumn moon shines in the yard, and the ground seems as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the tree stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. The bright moon is in the sky tonight, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home is the vast Qiu Si?

V. "Wang Yitai"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Jing' an mansion, facing the willow in front of the window every day, is far away at this moment; At the station, the spring is fading and flowers are everywhere. A flower on the floor: a flower on the floor.

Two beautiful springs, on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives outside, and people outside miss their families.

In Jing 'an House, I look at the green willows in front of the window every day and stare at the distance. In front of the post station, the spring faded and flowers fell all over the ground. Two beautiful spring scenes disappeared on the same day; At this time, family members miss their relatives who left home, and those who left home miss their relatives at home.

Sixth, "people are homesick every day"

Sui Dynasty: Xue Daoheng

It has been seven days in spring, and I have been away from home for two years.

The day of returning home is behind the bird's return to the earth, but the idea of returning home has existed before the spring flowers bloom.

It's been seven days since spring and two years since I left home. The day of going home will fall behind the geese flying north in spring, but the idea of going home exists before the spring flowers bloom.

4. What poems describe the "broken rubble" on the wall of the house?

Poems describing the "broken rubble" on the wall of the house are:

1. In August, the wind roared and Sanhe grass rolled in my house. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! -"The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Don Du Fu

Several huts are idle by the water, and narrow shirts and short hats are hung on the willow branches. If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red? But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night. What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush. -"Bodhisattva Man, a few huts by the water" Wang Song Anshi

3. Bachelor Bishan burned whitebait, and the white horse went deep into the rock. But he still studied as hard as Li Dong Fang Shuo, a writer of Han Dynasty. Although he is still young, he has finished his studies. Outside the hut, Xiangyun, like a car cover, gathered together closely and followed the path like a flood. Since ancient times, glory and wealth must come from diligence, and knowledgeable people should read a group of books like cypress trees to seek fame. -"Bai Xueshi's Cabin" Don Du Fu

There are thousands of bridges on the flat river bank. Shui Rou blue, lingering with flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Dust can't reach it. There is always a spring breeze. Go to bed in the afternoon and smell the birds. Sleeping is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. Dreaming is good. I forgot Handan Road at a loss. -"The Pride of Fisherman, the Bridge on Peace" Anshi, Wang Song

I looked for a monk in his hut where the sun had entered the western hills. But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds. I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane. In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? . -"North Luo Qing" Don Li Shangyin

5. Ancient poetry that once had a good relationship and is now broken.

The Book of Songs Mang

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Embrace trade silk for self-protection. When robbers came to trade silk, they came to me. Sending a child involves gas, as for Dunqiu. When I was a robber, I had no good media. There is no anger in the child, and autumn lasts.

Take the other side of the wall to get back to the customs. I didn't see the resumption of customs, so I cried. Seeing the resumption of GATT, I was full of laughter and laughter. Well, Parr, the body is not responsible. Driving your car to bribe me to move.

Mulberry leaves flourish before they fall. There are no mulberries in the nest! I'm a woman, what's there to worry about! It can be said that scholars are worried. You can't say a woman is worried.

Mulberry fell, yellow, and fell. Self-pity, poor three years old. Qishui soup, curtain skirt. Women are unhappy, and scholars do their best. Scholars are also extremely useless.

Three years old, I am a woman, I am tired; Sleepless all night, there must be a dynasty. As for violence, what you say must be done. My brother didn't know, but he smiled. Calm down and think about it, and you will bow your head and feel sorry for yourself.

Being together always makes me complain. Qi has a shore and discipline has a plate. General's corner banquet, talking and laughing. Swear, forget it. On the contrary, I don't think about it. I'm already embarrassed!